The 11:40 Red Line

having a cookie

with my coffee

and enduring

the obvious wait

on the rest of my life,

countless hours

fulfilling dull tasks

for money that’s never enough–

open skies with no room

for your soul.

all those bodies

stuffed into the train

and not one mind.

everything going,

going,

going,

and we can’t

say where.

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